Friday afternoon, post-happy hour, rant

I am sick and tired of quantitating my microinjection data. I've been doing this for two weeks and I'm going crazy. I've microinjected and quantified over 10,000 cells in this time period, all in the attempt to finish this damned paper. I've injected soo many cells that I've even accidentally microinjected the endoplasmic reticulum (ER) on several occasions (for anyone who has never microinjected, this is a very rare event). Want proof? Here's fluorescent dextran in the ER:

But I'm going crazy. I give up. I can do it anymore. I've put aside my blog, our policy paper, walking to work (too slow), and sunlight. Finally at 5PM I got out of the microscope room, where I've been living all this time, and had a beer, or two, or three ... you get the picture ... and now I find myself back in this dark cold room listening to Godspeed! You Black Emperor, with Metamorph on and about 150 pictures to quantify ... and I just refuse to do it. Hopefully by next week all this pain will be over. Thankfully I'm going camping this weekend. No dark rooms. No micromanipulator. Ciao Axiovert200, see you latter Narshige injector apparatus. Bye bye Rapoport lab. Catch you in a bit you spiteful COS-7 cells. (I refuse to even consider splitting you, and your Hela neighbors) ... well at least until Monday afternoon ...